Is it ever too late to start? I tend to think not. Probably because I’ve been waiting around a good portion of my life for things to start happening. I mean, I still got up in the morning, made my way in the world, I have had accomplishments, but things have always felt like…”someday.” Do you know that feeling?
To be recognized. That’s what I dreamed of. I want to be recognized but am deathly afraid of being recognized. I was raised with a healthy daily dose of “don’t impose” and be humble to the point of shame. Now, that is not to make my parents bad guys. They were expressing their own inner trauma/fear. But still, as I have had my kids and watch them and see how truly and utterly confident they are born, knowing without a doubt that they just are, and that they belong, and that they are enough in themselves, I feel a little sad for who ruined me…and my parents…and you…and everyone. I want to be funny about that, but it makes me profoundly, deeply, sad when I think about it.
That said, it doesn’t have to stay that way. Sitting in a pool of sadness will make you all wrinkly and sopping wet. Who wants to drown in a puddle of tears when you can doggie paddle your way out of the darkness? I think I have beat this analogy to death.
So, I am there. I am here. I am not waiting for someday anymore. I am not waiting to win the lottery, or when the kids get grown, or when I lose weight, or when I pay off some bills, or when the pandemic ends, or even until Monday. I am not waiting any more.
So here’s my plan: start moving.
That’s it. I have had so many brilliant “I’m gonna get started” moments where I make lists and plans, that I never quite finished and that never quite happen. I’m not saying that having a plan is a bad thing. You gotta’ have some idea of where you want to go or what you want to do. But it is easy to spend the “I’m fed up with my life” capital on making a list and imagining a different life. That UMPH! can get a little less umph!-y while you plan and wait. The urgency begins to wain and you start telling yourself that you need to really concentrate on putting this one thing together to get started, or you really need to have a really clean house before you can start something, or you really want to wait until Monday because it just makes sense to have a measurable/targeted start date. Y’all, I have even delayed starting to try and get healthier because I didn’t have a scale and didn’t want to start until I knew my starting weight (so I could later celebrate/brag about how much I lost). For real – this happened.
I’m tired of planning. Years ago, y’all, when I was trying to break a bad habit, I saw all of the advice folks had about weaning yourself off, giving yourself a break, stopping in slow manageable steps. That works for some. For me, I quit by quitting. I don’t quit by slowing rolling it. I quit by stopping. I think action for me is going to have to be the same way.
I cant start by planning. I have to start doing. And I KNOW that is the thing they teach you in project management is THE WORST way of doing anything. Planning should be the longest part of the process. But it has been. I found a plan the other day that I had written in a notebook in 2005. Y’all this coming out has been a long time coming.
So I am doing. I am not procrastinating. I am not someday-ing. I am NOW-ing. I am doing.